....looks like a set of perfectly normal dermal ridges to me. Just an average fingerprint. A nice but not entirely neccesary detail.

"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!" -Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"

It looks like the story is finally moving on past Dee Dee's death, which I think is good. The "teary-eyed character development" to "world-in-trouble plot development" ratio has been kinda messed up for the past two months or so, and I look forward to things getting back on track.

A skilled decoy can lead your enemies off your trail. A master decoy can survive to do it again.